"Indra is the god of the thunderstorm, who vanquishes drought and darkness."
I'm watching the lightening crash across the night sky. I hear the distant thunder booming in random tempo, the wind fiercely churning through the leaves and the rain, pouring down from the sky in a torrent of hard wet sheets, mercilessly pelting and drenching everything in its course.
This beautiful tempest is untamed…unpredictable…dangerous... mystifying. She is my sanctuary…my kindred soul… my ecstasy.
I am once again at peace.
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